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an hypothesis considered
there, by the willowed waters,
in the lazy of a soft springtime day,
in a whispered, wistful, prayerful way,
I asked the weeping willows and I asked the waiting waters,
I asked the ache deep in my soul and I even asked the very listening heart of life,
“Dare I trust the God of love,
dare I trust the God above,
dare I trust this God and all this God does say?”
there, by the willowed waters,
midst the scent of honeysuckle vines,
in a slowing, slowing moment, in an eddy in eternal time,
this question, this haunting question came to mind,
“Dare I risk to trust in God’s embrace,
dare I risk to trust in God’s life-changing grace,
dare I risk to trust in God at all?”
there, by the willowed waters,
among the dancing, dappled shades of light,
in the turning of my river, in the clearing of my sight,
I saw the choices, the fateful choices, left or right.
“Dare I trust His ways more than mine?
Dare I trust His ways,
more than mine?
Dare I trust,
His ways more than mine?”
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